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《So how old are you? 》《14 in May, and you're 18, right? 》《Yes, 19 in January》
A good minute of silence follows.
《How old is my father? 》《Oh... you know I don't know! I think about fifty...? But I'm not sure...》a Nazi who doesn't know the age of his boss? So he's not from Berlin, otherwise he'd know everything about du him, so where he's from, he hasn't told me yet, or at least not yet: maybe he's from the same place as Jakob or maybe nearby, so I can talk to him almost every day! That would be nice!
《I know Jakob is from Frankfurt, but where are you from? 》he looks at me for a moment, as if deciding what would be best to say.
《I'm from a small town near Munich, it's called Schweitenkirchen》《What a long and difficult name... Scweit... kirchn》《No, Sch-weit-en-kir-chen》《Sch-wer-kir-she》《More or less, it's fine as a pronunciation》she says sneeringly.
《We've arrived at our destination》he crashes on the spot, with no warning, and I run straight into his back.
《Please be careful! 《I'm sorry...》But what a beautiful sky! Full of stars and there's also the moon is waning crescent, because it slopes to the left, and in the winter sky it creates a wonderful harmony.
《Will you come home for Christmas? 》 I ask him and he looks at me with a questioning face, towards my direction.
《At first, no, but now that I've finished the most difficult part of my mission, I can afford it... if the boss wants to...》 he admits uncertainly.
《Daddy is strict?》I ask him, after all, the topic we're discussing is daddy!《Uhm, the "just"》he answers me vaguely《If the "just" means "military type", then it's fine》I finish laughing a little.
《Now I understand, why Jakob calls you a vixen, you're a damn smartass! 》says starting to tickle me: I'm ticklish!
He continues to tickle me for quite a while, until I yawn and he stares at me intently, then bursts out laughing out loud!
《What's there to laugh about? 《Nothing! 》I don't believe him at all!
《Come on, let's go back to the room, or you'll be exhausted tomorrow》《I'm not sleepy, I'm just bored! 《Sure》Without even finishing talking, he picks me up by weight and leans me on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
《I'm not sleepy, put me down! 》I start wiggling, why is everyone so strong!
《I'll report you to my father! 》Das ist mir egal!(I don't care!)》he answers me in German, he's his boss: he should care whether I say a good word about him or not! He can fire him!
《Do you want to tell him tomorrow morning? I have to report》I can hear Dad's voice!
《Really? Can I?《Yes, just stay calm and go to sleep now!》he recommends me, now it's not that different from Jakob and Alex... Frants you're disappointing me....
《That's fine, but tomorrow you'll let me talk to Dad!》《"Dad"!》She laughs at my statement, what's wrong?
《Don't ever call him informally, he hates it! One called him by name and now he's one meter underground, so I don't know if it's worth the risk?》he explains, maybe it's better not to risk it...
We retrace our steps from before, through the corridors of this rather disturbing hotel, to Jakob's room.
《Now, let's go inside and you go off to sleep, are we clear?》《All right, Frantz》《Ok, night》he says opening the door and after I enter he closes it behind him, and doesn't turn off the light until he's made sure I'm under the covers of what is his bed.
Jakob, meanwhile, is still in dreamland and is now snoring heartily!
Not long after Frants has switched off the light, I finally manage to fall back asleep peacefully.
I'm too excited about tomorrow: I'm going to talk to Dad!
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The Daughter of the Führer
Historical FictionThis story, it's not an insult to anyone, it's just a story that appeared to me in a dream of mine, so if you don't like it, there's nothing I can do about it. But if you want to suggest some new scenes, I am always ready to accept new ideas, of an...
